: Thirty-one. What is this Tiger Wolf word?

   Da Jiangdong went to the end of the world, and has a long history of people.
   Under the cold moonlight, there was such a person. After a few hours, he was determined to hold the sword long dance, the sword body was like a silver dragon, and the sword light was like a clear spring, with a chilling cold light in the cold.
  Yang Ming, dressed in white, with short, short hair, thick eyebrows and staring eyes, a firm face, and tight lips, between the eyebrows with a sense of self-confidence and aloofness.
On the edge of the playground, many school sisters who came spontaneously, holding their breaths one by one, did not say a word, for fear that a little movement would break the beauty of the night and the moon, and fear that it would disturb the son in the middle of the field, but one A heart beat like a deer, but they have already betrayed their true feelings at the moment.
very handsome!
   Xiao Wu looked at these nymphos and rolled her eyes secretly.
  But I don't know why, but she feels like pinching lemon in her heart, so a little sour.
  Looking at the people dancing in the middle of the field to clear the shadows, Xiaowu slightly murmured and muttered:
   "Little stingy, don't fight with me, but want to come here to practice sword."
   After familiarizing with the first layer of Qinglian in the Qinglian swordsmanship, Yang Ming put away the mysterious sword, and later realized that there was a group of young girls nearby who were watching him.
"Uh……"
  Seeing the sisters staring at themselves, Yang Ming touched his face and asked:
   "Is there a flower on my face?"
   The voice fell, Yang Ming seemed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva, it seemed to have the illusion, the girls' eyes burst into light, and they almost shouted:
   "We are drawing your body and your face!"
   Feeling the hot atmosphere derived from the female hormones in the air, Yang Ming's right eyebrow jumped wildly.
   said that the left eyebrow jumped fortune and the right eyebrow jumped for disaster. Although Yang Ming was not superstitious about this statement, but looking at the situation in front of him, he was not quite right.
   Missing the traces of Yang Ming, the school sisters shook their heads regretfully and dispersed, but the legend of swordsmen under the moon, through their word of mouth, began to spread widely among girls.
  Yang Ming was walking on the ghost ghosts. The speed was very fast, but the little dance was not much worse. One step ahead, she stood at the necessary place where Yang Ming returned to the dormitory, looking at him with a smile.
  Yang Ming took a meal and asked:
   "Something?"
   Xiao Wu focused on her head, waving her pink fist, and revisiting the old things again, saying:
   "Yang Ming, let's fight! I won't be reconciled without defeating you!"
  Yang Ming thought that there was something wrong with the small dance, but I didn’t expect to come to fight with him again.
   "Don't fight, I admit defeat."
   Xiaowu is so angry. She feels that Yang Ming looks down on her because she is a woman. With an angry tone, she says:
"Why?"
   "How come there are so many reasons this year, if you don't fight, you don't fight. If you want to fight, you can find your third brother and don't bother me."
  Yang Mingsi didn't understand the woman's heart, ignored the little dance, and went back to Qishe.
  Roommates are still young, and after drinking a little rice wine, they have all slept deeply. The air in the dormitory is filled with a smell of sweaty socks and a smell of alcohol.
   Yang Ming opened the windows and doors to ventilate the dormitory and waited for the smell inside to dissipate before returning to his bed.
   Yang Ming was lying on the side of the wall. After a while, a quilt fell from the sky and covered his body. At the same time, he smelled a scent of a girl from behind him.
   Yang Ming turned around, and Xiao Wu's playful and cute face came into his eyes. His big eyes seemed to speak. He blinked towards Yang Ming, and a sly gaze flashed in his eyes.
  Yang Ming rubbed his swollen forehead with no good airway:
"My grandma, please forgive me, let me sleep peacefully, can't it? No matter how bad, don't you come to my bed, don't you sleep in the same bed as Tang San, don't hurry ?"
   "I don't want it!" Xiao Wu rubbed Qiong's nose, full of disgust: "He has a smell of alcohol, and he is going to smoke to death, so I don't want to sleep with him."
   "Then you can sleep on your own!" Yang Ming was distressed.
   The little dance acted pitifully and his voice was weak:
   "Do you have the heart to look at a beautiful girl like me, sleeping alone in the cold wind?"
  Yang Ming has no feelings.
In his previous life, don’t say there was no girlfriend. Even the number of conversations with girls was counted with ten fingers. The most common object of talking with women is either the mother or the class teacher. I can’t understand the brain circuit of Xiaowu. what.
  Yang Ming simply did not speak, turned around, and faced the wall again.
   Little dance is so mad, chest ups and downs, feel Yang Ming is intentional!
  Yang Ming just felt quiet for a while, Xiao Wu raised her lush green fingers and gently poked his back with one, two, and three clicks, as if it was tickling, feeling uncomfortable.
Yang Ming turned around again, and Jinghong saw Xiao Wu's triumphant smile in a glance. Then when Yang Ming turned around completely, he turned his face faster than he turned the book, and plucked his pink mouth like a weak mouth. Little White Rabbit, weakly said:
   "Yang Ming, would you tell me a bedtime story? Maybe, if you tell it well, I'll take a break early, so I won't bother you?"
  Yang Ming sighed for a long time, feeling that a woman is a disaster and the source of all evil.
   But I couldn’t bear the soft and hard bubbles of Xiaowu. Yang Ming felt that she had something to say. In order to quickly send the aunt and grandmother away, she had to search the stomach and scratch her stomach. After a moment of meditation, she slowly said:
"In ancient times, the sky collapsed and the chaos began to open. Nüwa made stones at Wuji Cliff in Dahuangshan to make up the sky, and made colored stones of 36,501 feet high and 24 square feet high. Nuwa Butian used 36,500 colored stones, and the remaining one was useless, and was abandoned under Qinggeng Peak. Who knows that after this stone has been forged, its spirituality has passed, because of the public Shi Ju had to make up the sky, and he was alone and unable to be selected, so he complained and sighed, and he felt ashamed...
  The story of "Dream of Red Mansions" came slowly~EbookFREE.me~ Xiao Wu was the first time to listen to such an interesting story, and he became addicted to it all at once.
   In particular, the story of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu made her careless.
Because Lin Daiyu's experience under the fence and her melancholic temperament resonated with Xiao Wu, she reminded her of her father's bereavement in her childhood, and her mother was hunted by Bibidong, leaving only her own lonely one, and came to humanity alone. world.
   The strongness of the exterior faded, as if the lychee's prickly shell had been removed, exposing the lychee-like clear heart underneath.
   Watching Xiao Wu shed tears, Yang Ming panicked and quickly wiped her tears.
   Seeing Yang Ming's hands and feet make his eyes hurt, and Xiao Wu breaks his nose as a smile, smirking:
   "You hurt people."
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(I found that everyone has a little problem with reading comprehension. The end of yesterday’s chapter was not what the wet people in the comment area said! Because the author Jun has not been in love, this book temporarily describes family and friendship. The protagonist and Xiaowu are brothers and sisters. Friendship, not writing love, even if writing love, there is a high probability that it will have a relationship with the female character summoned. Instead of wanting to form a CP, it is better to give some suggestions, which female character is called better.)